"Do you think I won't dare?" Jessica challenged. "My son was born and raised by me. He considers everything for my sake. If I don't let him recognize you, do you think he would dare to disobey me?" Marcus's face turned pale, and he sneered, "Ha, you have a nerve to say that. He considers everything for you? How can you be a mother? Such a young child can cook and do all those household chores so skillfully?" They slept late last night and planned to wake up later today, but his son woke him up early in the morning and asked Marcus to take him to the market to buy fish because Henry said the fish in the supermarket wasn't fresh. However, the market was not open at that time. Driving to the market, Marcus was initially feeling sleepy, but then he was shocked to see his son skillfully picking fish, and negotiating prices. He was the innocent one. Just think about it, he, a well-dressed, exceptionally handsome man, who clearly wouldn't come to a market like this. He followed behind his
Marcus laughed strangely, and both Jessica and Henry perked their ears to listen to his opinion. Hearing this eerie laughter, they both lost their smiles at the same time. Jessica gritted her teeth and said, "Mr. Marcus, there haven't been any changes, you just have an additional son. You can see him anytime you want, and if you want to take him to live with you for a few days, I have no objections." This was her greatest concession. So, Mr. Marcus, please don't laugh so pitifully as if you've been abandoned. Marcus remained silent. Jessica and Henry looked at each other, both devoid of smiles. Though Henry was smart, he didn't know what to do in this situation. After all, it was not something that human effort could solve. He really wanted to say, "Why don't you two get married?" But he knew that his mommy would be the first to say no. Getting married for the sake of the child was not something that either his father or mother could do. Unless they were in love with each other. Bu
Marcus squinted his eyes, a dangerous glint passing through his eyes, chilling his delicate features. He turned around with Henry in his arms, only to see Old Mr. Alston, Monica, Leonard, and the old butler Vincent behind them. Monica screamed, "Oh my god!" Leonard's mouth dropped open, his small face filled with shock. His innocent eyes darted back and forth between Mr. Marcus and Henry, filled with confusion. Even the composed and taciturn Vincent was taken aback. Old Mr. Alston was first shocked, then his face turned ashen, as he stared straight at Henry. He remembered him, it was indeed the child he met that day. "Alston..." Monica suddenly became excited, pointing at Henry and Marcus. "Look at them, it's undeniable evidence. Marcus really has a child!" She seemed extremely thrilled. She had been colluding with Dennis all along, planning mischievous plots behind Old Mr. Alston's back for the sake of the Smith family's wealth. Dennis was impulsive and dumb, and she always worr
Marcus maintained a poker face. Old Mr. Alston called him yesterday, but he hung up. Later, Susan and a few secretaries called him, informing him that Old Mr. Alston had been looking for them to go to the hospital. Marcus chose to ignore it. "They said Brother Dennis was in the hospital, but they didn't say what happened exactly. Gunshot wounds, broken legs, amputation. It sounds quite tragic," Marcus smiled, his expression chilling, a hint of mockery crossing his lips. "Dad, when I was ten to twelve years old, I had multiple fractures, got shot six times, and almost had to undergo amputation. Why weren't you as caring then? Oh, maybe you didn't know." Henry looked at him in surprise, tightening his grip on Mr. Marcus's hand. Ten to twelve years old, wasn't that the time he spent in the New York black market boxing arena? They said he escaped from a rehabilitation facility and was sold to the underground market. Old Mr. Alston was caught off guard, his face darkening. How could he n
"Just now I came to the hospital and saw Henry walking with Mr. Marcus. Jessica, have they recognized each other as father and son?" Quincy looked at Jessica and asked, his gaze deep and unreadable, suppressing the panic of losing her. Jessica's heart trembled. Indeed, she should have anticipated this! "Quincy...actually..." Jessica didn't know where to start, so she had to recount the whole situation. She sighed bitterly, "I thought I could keep this secret for a lifetime, but I didn't expect it to be exposed so quickly after returning to America, and Henry willingly walked into the trap himself. As a mother, I have no right to deprive Henry and Mr. Marcus of the opportunity to recognize each other. Although I am extremely unwilling, I cannot stop it. Otherwise, it will be unfair to both Henry and Marcus." Quincy looked deep into her eyes, trying to find a trace of false helplessness in her face, but he realized she was sincere. Plans always lag behind changes, and nobody could hav
The next day, Mr. Marcus escorted Henry to school. For him, this was an incredibly fresh experience. Watching the parents who brought their children to school, Mr. Marcus felt that he would also step into this line in the future. He was very happy. "This is your school?" Marcus looked at the elegant school gate, feeling that it was quite good. "It's beautiful, right? Mommy said she chose it because she liked its appearance," Henry stuck out his tongue, undermining his mommy's choice. He really liked this campus, tranquil and simple. "Shallow!" Mr. Marcus snorted. Henry smiled, waving his hand. "Goodbye, Dad. I finish school at 4:30!" "Got it, go!" "Henry, is that your dad?" a classmate girl happened to meet them, smiling warmly as she approached. "Yes, that's my dad!" Henry said. Usually, he would come to class alone, but this time his dad brought him, attracting curiosity from some of the new classmates who noticed the resemblance between Mr. Marcus and Henry. They all knew t
Old Mr. Alston remained expressionless, and in his murky eyes, there was a suppressed complexity of emotions. It seemed like hatred, like infatuation, colliding furiously. Similar! Too similar! Looking at the photo, it was about seventy to eighty percent similar. Seeing her in real life, it felt even more like Diana Brown, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, appearing vividly in front of him. "Mr. Alston, may I ask what brings you here?" The nurse was knocked out and fell in the corner. Jessica could only rely on herself and adapt to the situation. Clearly, the visitor was unfriendly! Inside the sick ward, she dared not move, fearing that any slight movement would result in bullets being fired at her. Tension was in the air. She fumbled under the quilt, and found Mr. Marcus' phone, trembling with fear of being discovered. It took all her composure to dial the number. "Jessica, Miss Jessica..." Mr. Alston spoke slowly, his sharp eyes fixed on her face, revealing a deep hatred.
Raymond nodded, opened the car door, and tried to push Henry out. At such a fast speed, pushing a child out of the car would give him n chance to survive. Raymond and Florence knew this, but to avoid being implicated, they had to sacrifice Henry. Unfortunately, they miscalculated! "Go to DC Avenue, immediately!" Henry pointed his gun at Raymond's forehead, smiling brightly. "Option 1, live. Option 2, die. Which one do you choose?" "Don't mess around!" Raymond screamed. "Push him out, he's scary. This is a toy gun!" Henry turned around and shot a bullet next to Florence. There was no gunshot sound, but the seat cushion had a big hole in it. A smirk appeared on Henry's lip as he elegantly said, "A toy gun, huh? Should I try shooting you in the head?" "No!" Florence fearfully stared at the hole. "Raymond, listen to him." Raymond closed the car door again, turned the car around, and drove towards the DC Highway. It must be said, these two were the most inexperienced and unlucky k